Stories have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Memories of my mom reading to me are some of my most cherished. Being swept away to adventures that took form in my mind was, and is, my favorite form of magic. At five years old I came to the moment that is burned into my mind. Finally, I was to learn how to translate the black and white symbols into words. Slowly those symbols began to make sense, until I could read the stories I so loved.
Rejection. It’s a scary word. Especially in the world of writers. You’ve put your heart and soul into this story and placing it in the hands of a publishing company is like sending your only child to kindergarten and hoping all goes well. All day you’re anxious about how they’re faring in the big scary world away from home.